Men can be very harsh in their dealings

Liable to take advantage

With no regard for your feelings

Dropped you off at a desert vantage

Left empty, deserted

with only your belongings

So go on and pack your case

to head out for another place

To him, you was just another pretty face

You wanted him to love you though he couldn’t

If he could pry your heart from your hands, he wouldn’t

So you handed it over willingly when you knew you shouldn’t

No company to be found at a sand dune

And dark will be falling pretty soon

Head hanging, you head for the saloon

Sit drinking whisky, feeling sad

Wondering why love always hurts so bad

It seems true love is something you never had